Hands off the salsa!

Mood: annoyed
Music: hot hot heat - bandages
19 in: 19!

So, this is where I'm going to bitch about my mother and her sense of entitlement regarding my salsa. This is not to be taken lightly. This is what happened.

Anneliese: [leans against doorframe casually clutching incriminating evidence] You ate my salsa.
The Mother: [looks up, pauses] There's more salsa in the cupboard.
A: The spicy Tostitos kind?
TM: [in a sly attempt to avoid the whole question] I bought more medium salsa.
A: But I paid for this kind. [indicates empty jar of Tostitos Medium Salsa in right hand]
TM: So?
A: So if you eat my salsa that I bought with my money, and then replace it with a lesser quality runny Master Choice salsa, then I'm not going to be exactly thrilled.
TM: We all ate your salsa, I put it in your dinner tonight.
A: Yes. And I know it's not the best salsa in the world, but if you use something that I paid for, I expect to be reimbursed.

And so it kind of went on like that for a while. And I talked about how a jar of salsa neither consumes nor replenishes it's self.
And she talked about how if she can't eat my food then I can't eat hers.
And then I talked about how I can eat her food on account she is the primary care giver of this household making it an obligation of mine to eat her food.

And...yeah. So I had to eat gross runny cheap salsa. And by "salsa" I mean "glorified tomato paste". And it was warm. Eww. And as a connoisseur of fine salsas I must say I was utterly appalled.

Also: I am going to be a bridesmaid!! Woo hoo!

And: Go Green Party!

Ta Da